it suddenly got
quiet
the hum
of the compressor
rattled
but the ambient
sound of
the waking world
disappeared
maybe everything
and everyone
said fuck today
curled up
rolled over
extended a middle finger
to the vacancy
that comes with
manic midweek mornings
but just
forgot to
tell me.

it’s now
late afternoon
and that feeling
the world around me
gave up
that everyone
everything
is refraining
from concern
seems apt.

the farther i
fall
the less the
sensation of
the precipitous
drop
registers
giving up
or just
giving in
echoes the same
when you can’t
quite find
rock bottom.